MIA is a military term for a soldier, pilot or sailor who is missing in action in war, or the status of a missing combatant.
Mia or MIA may also refer to:
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Cameron Jibril Thomaz (born September 8, 1987), better known by the stage name Wiz Khalifa, is an American rapper. He released his debut album, Show and Prove, in 2006, and signed to Warner Bros. Records in 2007. His Eurodance-influenced single, "Say Yeah", received urban radio airplay, charting on the Rhythmic Top 40 and Hot Rap Tracks charts in 2008. Khalifa parted with Warner Bros. and released his second album, Deal or No Deal, in November 2009. He released the mixtape Kush and Orange Juice as a free download in April 2010; he then signed with Atlantic Records. He is also well known for his debut single for Atlantic, "Black and Yellow", which peaked at number 1 on the Billboard Hot 100. His debut album for the label, Rolling Papers, was released on March 29, 2011.
Khalifa was born on September 8, 1987 to a mother and a father serving in the military. His parents divorced when Khalifa was about three years old. His parents' military service caused him to move regularly: Khalifa lived in Germany, the United Kingdom, and Japan before settling in Pittsburgh where he attended Taylor Allderdice High School.
Morgan Freeman: [about "Bonfire of the Vanities"] When an airliner crashes, they say that it's usually caused by a series of mishaps.
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Jules Winnfield and Vincent Vega are two hitmen who are out to retrieve a suitcase stolen from their employer, mob boss Marsellus Wallace. Wallace has also asked Vincent to take his wife Mia out a few days later when Wallace himself will be out of town. Butch Coolidge is an aging boxer who is paid by Wallace to lose his next fight. The lives of these seemingly unrelated people are woven together comprising of a series of funny, bizarre and uncalled-for incidents.
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Girls like me don't make invitations like this to just anyone!
You won't know the facts until you've seen the fiction.
From the creators of 'True Romance' & 'Reservoir Dogs'
I don't smile for pictures.
Just because you are a character doesn't mean you have character.
Esmeralda: What is your name?::Butch: Butch.::Esmeralda: What does it mean?::Butch: I'm American, honey. Our names don't mean shit.
Butch: Will you hand me a towel, miss beautiful tulip?::Fabienne: Ah, I like that. I like tulip. Tulip is much better than mongoloid.
Marsellus: In the fifth, your ass goes down. Say it.::Butch: In the fifth, my ass goes down.
Jules: You, flock of seagulls, you know why we're here? Why don't you tell my man Vincent where you got the shit hid at?::Marvin: It's over th...::Jules: I don't remember askin' you a Goddamn thing! You were saying?::Roger: It's in the cupboard. [Vincent starts looking in the upper cupboard] No, no, the one by your kn-knees.::Jules: We happy? [Vincent continues staring at the briefcase's contents] Vincent! We happy?::Vincent: Yeah, we happy.::Brett: I'm sorry, I didn't get your name. I got yours, Vincent, right? But I didn't get yours...::Jules: My name's Pitt. And your ass ain't talkin' your way out of this shit.::Brett: No, no, I just want you to know... I just want you to know how sorry we are that things got so fucked up with us and Mr. Wallace. We got into this thing with the best intentions and I never...::Jules: [Jules shoots the man on the couch] I'm sorry, did I break your concentration? I didn't mean to do that. Please, continue, you were saying something about best intentions. What's the matter? Oh, you were finished! Well, allow me to retort. What does Marsellus Wallace look like?::Brett: What?::Jules: What country are you from?::Brett: What? What? Wh - ?::Jules: "What" ain't no country I've ever heard of. They speak English in What?::Brett: What?::Jules: English, motherfucker, do you speak it?::Brett: Yes! Yes!::Jules: Then you know what I'm sayin'!::Brett: Yes!::Jules: Describe what Marsellus Wallace looks like!::Brett: What?::Jules: Say 'what' again. Say 'what' again, I dare you, I double dare you motherfucker, say what one more Goddamn time!
Pumpkin: The way it is now, you're taking the same risk as when you rob a bank. You take more of a risk, banks are easier. You don't even need a gun in a federal bank. I mean, they're insured, why should they give a fuck? I heard of this one guy, walks into a bank with a portable phone. He gives the phone to the teller, a guy on the other end of the line says, we've got this guy's little girl, if you don't give him all your money, we're gonna kill her.::Yolanda: Did it work?::Pumpkin: Fucking-A right, it worked. That's what I'm saying. Knucklehead walks into a bank with a telephone! Not a pistol, not a shotgun, but a fucking phone. Cleans the place out, doesn't even lift a fucking finger.::Yolanda: Did they hurt the little girl?::Pumpkin: I don't know, there probably never was a little girl in the first place. The point of the story isn't the little girl, the point of the story is, they robbed a bank with a telephone.
Jules: Hey kids! How you boys doin'? [to man laying on the couch] Hey, keep chillin'. You know who we are? We're associates of your business partner Marsellus Wallace. You do remember your business partner don't you? Let me take a wild guess here. You're Brett, right?::Brett: Yeah.::Jules: I thought so. You remember your business partner Marsellus Wallace, don't you, Brett?::Brett: Yeah, yeah, I remember him.::Jules: Good. Looks like me an Vincent caught you boys at breakfast. Sorry about that. Whatcha havin'?::Brett: Hamburgers.::Jules: Hamburgers! The cornerstone of any nutritious breakfast. What kind of hamburgers?::Brett: Ch-cheeseburgers.::Jules: No, no no, where'd you get 'em? McDonalds? Wendy's? Jack in the Box? Where?::Brett: Big Kahuna Burger.::Jules: Big Kahuna Burger. That's that Hawaiian burger joint. I hear they got some tasty burgers. I ain't never had one myself. How are they?::Brett: They're good.::Jules: Mind if I try one of yours? This is yours here, right? [Picks up burger and takes a bite] Mmm-mmmm. That is a tasty burger. Vincent, ever have a Big Kahuna Burger? [Vincent shakes his head] Wanna bite? They're real tasty.::Vincent: Ain't hungry.::Jules: Well, if you like burgers give 'em a try sometime. I can't usually get 'em myself because my girlfriend's a vegitarian which pretty much makes me a vegitarian. But I do love the taste of a good burger. Mm-mm-mm. You know what they call a Quarter Pounder with cheese in France?::Brett: No.::Jules: Tell 'em, Vincent.::Vincent: A Royale with cheese.::Jules: A Royale with cheese! You know why they call it that?::Brett: Because of the metric system?::Jules: Check out the big brain on Brett! You're a smart motherfucker. That's right. The metric system. What's in this?::Brett: Sprite.::Jules: Sprite, good. You mind if I have some of your tasty beverage to wash this down?::Brett: Go right ahead.::Jules: Ah, hit the spot.
Mia: I do believe Marsellus Wallace, my husband, your boss, told you to take ME out and do WHATEVER I WANTED. Now I wanna dance, I wanna win. I want that trophy, so dance good.
The Wolf: That's thirty minutes away. I'll be there in ten.
Jules: Normally, both your asses would be dead as fucking fried chicken, but you happen to pull this shit while I'm in a transitional period so I don't wanna kill you, I wanna help you. But I can't give you this case, it don't belong to me. Besides, I've already been through too much shit this morning over this case to hand it over to your dumb ass.
[Jules, Vincent and Jimmie are drinking coffee in Jimmie's kitchen]::Jules: Mmmm! Goddamn, Jimmie! This is some serious gourmet shit! Usually, me and Vince would be happy with some freeze-dried Taster's Choice right, but he springs this serious GOURMET shit on us! What flavor is this?::Jimmie: Knock it off, Julie.::Jules: [pause] What?::Jimmie: I don't need you to tell me how fucking good my coffee is, okay? I'm the one who buys it. I know how good it is. When Bonnie goes shopping she buys SHIT. I buy the gourmet expensive stuff because when I drink it I want to taste it. But you know what's on my mind right now? It AIN'T the coffee in my kitchen, it's the dead nigger in my garage.::Jules: Oh, Jimmie, don't even worry about that...::Jimmie: [interupting] No, No, No, No, let me ask you a question. When you came pulling in here, did you notice a sign out in front of my house that said "Dead Nigger Storage"?::Jules: Jimmie, you know I ain't seen no...::Jimmie: [cutting him off again; getting angry] Did you notice a sign out in front of my house that said "Dead Nigger Storage"?::Jules: [pause] No. I didn't.::Jimmie: You know WHY you didn't see that sign?::Jules: Why?::Jimmie: 'Cause it ain't there, 'cause storing dead niggers ain't my fucking business, that's why!
[Verse 1]
Wake up to the cleaning lady knocking and shit
I close the door so I can bake up
Cause yesterday we, partied the night away, stumbled in close to four
Room full of expensive bags, still all the shit on the floor
But that's just how you live when your wife's a model
Smoke a pound soon as we touch down, do the same thing twice tomorrow
Not to mention what I spend in the club, nigga don't need a price to bottle
I promise all my weed's exotic?, all my tree is?, when you see me I'm just
[Hook]
Floating on that chronic, floating on that chronic
I'm just floating on that chronic, floating on that chronic
Floating floating on that chronic, floating on that chronic
I'm just floating on that chronic, floating on that chronic
Floating, floating
[Verse 2]
Down the street, pound a beat, I smoke a pound of weed
Heard about it, don't believe, come to my house and see
I'll be high, I'll be somewhere where them ounces be
California kush, new york smoking sour d
Detroit bubble kush, atl is og
Ask my nigga burner, err'body know me
Out in amsterdam, wiz is smoking overseas
I'm gon' hit this blunt for anyone who smoke trees